Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.